Spending practically all of the summer holidays away from home, you’d think I travelled loaded with books?
Not a bit of it – I simply brought down my Ponytail Shakespeare texts, so I could try to catch up on writing about the read-through. Plus, experience told me that I’d be buying books wherever I went. Shakespeare’s an exacting master, and wherever I go I usually end up returning to Cumbria laden like a donkey.
Half way through the hols, my score so far is:
North Wales – 8 books
Herefordshire – 3 books
With a trip ‘dahn Saaf’ to see my parents imminent.
So I got the urge to make my first addition to the Boar’s Head bookshelf (in 4 months, I was disconcerted to find). I’ve added five books, bringing the total on the official bookshelf to forty-five, although there are dozens at home that need to be added. Of those five, two are brilliant, one’s good, there’s a single stinker, and a final volume which wound me up like very few books do.
The new additions are in green on the page. Take a look, and let me know what’s missing …
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 